Khing_Khellvin

In a world where shadows hold more power than governments, Agent X is the deadliest weapon ever created. Genetically enhanced and trained from childhood, he is the perfect assassin—silent, precise, and untraceable. Working under the clandestine organization Echelon, Agent X executes high-profile targets with surgical efficiency, never questioning his orders.

But when a mission goes wrong and secrets about his past begin to surface, X uncovers a chilling truth: he was never meant to survive. Betrayed by the very organization that created him, he becomes their most wanted target. Now a rogue agent on the run, X must outsmart his former handlers, expose the conspiracy behind his existence, and decide who he truly is—a weapon of destruction or a man seeking redemption.

With government agencies, mercenary killers, and Echelon’s elite enforcers hunting him down, Agent X must rely on his skills, instincts, and a few unlikely allies to bring down the system that built him… before it erases him forever.

Hitman: Agent X

Z's grip tightened around X's throat, his strength inhuman. Unstoppable.

X's vision blurred, black spots dancing at the edges. His lungs screamed for air.

Raven was down. Her knife lay forgotten on the floor.

Kessler had vanished—probably hiding like a coward.

Z leaned in, his voice calm, calculated. "You were obsolete the moment I was created."

Something inside him refused to accept that.

Prototype or not, he was still here.

His muscles burned. His mind screamed for him to give up.

But giving up was never an option.

Z hesitated for half a second—just enough.

With the last of his strength, X thrust his knee upward, driving it into Z's ribs.

It wouldn't have worked on a normal soldier.

His enhanced strength sent a crack through Z's armor.

X collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.

No time to recover. No time to think.

He rolled, grabbing Raven's fallen knife.

X drove the blade straight into Z's side.

Not a kill shot—but deep enough.

Z stumbled back, for the first time… vulnerable.

His visor flickered. His body jerked unnaturally.

He grabbed Z's own momentum, twisted—and threw him straight into the side of an old subway car.

For the first time—Z was struggling to get up.

Raven, still clutching her injured wrist, pulled herself up.

She looked at X. "He's down. For now."

X wiped blood from his mouth. "Not for long."

Kessler stumbled out from the shadows, his face pale. "We have to go! Now!"

X took one last look at Z—who was already pushing himself up.

His armor was damaged. His body was slower.

But his eyes still held that cold, machine-like determination.

X turned to Raven. "We're getting out of here. Prague is waiting."

She gave a weak smirk. "Took you long enough."

As they disappeared into the tunnels, X knew one thing for sure—

Next time, it wouldn't just be survival.

The Prototype’s Will